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A bad mood often lasts for a long time.

Chen Zhen stayed up until three in the morning. When his body couldn't bear it anymore, he closed his eyes.

But I didn't even get a few more hours of sleep when I was woken up by the roar of cars outside.

"It's so early in the morning when ghosts are screaming. What's this called mourning?"

Chen Zhen sat up very angrily and shouted angrily.

The room was empty. Yu Qiuyan, who was supposed to be lying next to Chen Zhen, was nowhere to be seen. No one knew where he had gone.

The car's engine continued to roar.

It's scary to wake up angry.

When people are angry, they will do things that they normally would not dare to do.

Chen Zhen jumped out of bed, walked to the clothes rack with bare feet, took out his gun, strode to the window, pushed open the window, pointed it into the air, and fired a shot.

"boom!"

This sudden gunshot made everyone in Fengming Fort stop what they were doing and subconsciously look in the direction of the gunshot.

Han Youjie was sending the unsuspected people away when she heard the gunshot and quickly located the place where it happened.

Chen Zhen’s room!

What the hell is this guy doing?

Thinking of this, Han Youjie was also confused, but for the sake of caution, he immediately took out his gun and rushed to Chen Zhen's room with the military police.

When Yu Qiuyan heard the gunfire, she was at the bar. She had a habit of drinking coffee and wanted to ask for a can so she could drink it herself and ask for news.

But the gunshot interrupted her plan, and the coffee can in her hand subconsciously fell to the ground.

Gao Bin's gloomy face also appeared behind Yu Qiuyan. Behind him were the losers of the Metropolitan Police Department.

Yu Qiuyan ignored Gao Bin and walked upstairs quickly, wanting to return to the room as soon as possible to see what was going on in the room.

Chen Zhen, the initiator, was awakened by the cold wind outside the window. The cold wind made the curtains whistle, so he quickly closed the window.

Chen Zhen threw the smoking pistol on the table and lay back on the Simmons bed.

Because the cafe was on the second floor, Yu Qiuyan was the first to run into the room. As soon as he entered the room, he found that Chen Zhen was fine and lying calmly on the big bed, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What's the fuss about?"

Yu Qiuyan quickly walked to the dressing table, took the pistol on it, and stuffed it into the holster again.

"It's noisy early in the morning. I don't know where the wind is coming from."

Chen Zhen also knew that he had gone too far, but he could not lose his momentum and could only shout unreasonably.

Like a skinny kid!

Hearing Chen Zhen's unreasonable remarks, Yu Qiuyan chuckled, and then said with a straight face: "That can of good South American coffee was for nothing."

"I haven't warmed it up before I got it, so I'm paying homage to the Lord of the Land."

"I don't know, can you still give it to me?".

When Yu Qiuyan thought of the can of coffee, her tone was filled with regret unconsciously.

"Some people are addicted to alcohol, and some people are crazy about ink."

"I didn't expect that our Miss Yu would not be outdone and would love coffee so much that her life would not go down in history!"

Chen Zhen knew that Yu Qiuyan was addicted to coffee. If he couldn't drink one cup a day, he would be worried.

"Dang! Dang! Dang!"

Before Yu Qiuyan could refute, she heard a knock on the door. She did not move, but looked at Chen Zhen. After receiving clear instructions, she opened the door.

Outside the door was Han Youjie. She walked in with two heavily armed military policemen with a cold face.

"Director Chen, you are really extraordinary!"

"It's so early in the morning, why are you making such a fuss?"

Han Youjie looked around first and found that Chen Zhen had a gun tied to his waistband. Then he felt relieved and said sarcastically.

"To be literate, you have to be Director Han."

"The export is successful!"

"These remarks come one after another."

"It's a bit unworthy of you to be a special agent director. You should go and get a doctorate! You can do one thing after another."

Chen Zhen was already in a bad mood, but when he saw Han Youjie coming to his door, he stopped being polite and started to choke on his words.

"Hey! You really can't spit out ivory from your mouth."

"I'm warning you, if you don't do things properly, I will take off your pistol!"

When it comes to talking skills, Han Youjie can only do it at night, and is no match for Chen Zhen during the day.

Seeing that he couldn't defeat him, he acted like a controller and wanted to confiscate his pistol.

"Confiscated, although confiscated."

"The pistol I carry with me was given to me by His Majesty the Emperor, who was the Crown Prince, when I accompanied the Marshal to Tokyo."

"Although, I followed the crowd and grabbed it."

"But the golden chrysanthemums on it are not fake."

"If you want to take it away, please do so!"

Chen Zhen didn't care and didn't even get up from the bed. He looked lazy and asked Han Youjie to relieve himself.

Han Youjie naturally knew that Marshal Zhang once went to Tokyo during the Taisho period.

It was still the honeymoon period between Feng and Japan. Zhang Zuoxiang served as the negotiating ambassador to negotiate arms purchases and loans.

Emperor Taisho had been in poor health since he was a child and had to work day and night to govern. Later, he was stimulated by a series of major events such as the assassination of Ito Hirobumi and could hardly govern.

Taisho once suffered from meningitis and left sequelae. He suffered from cerebral thrombosis at the age of 40 and soon became mentally ill.

When he was ill, he often behaved ridiculously in public. Because he suffered from encephalopathy and his mental state was in a very bad state, he once rolled up an edict and used it as a telescope in the National Assembly. This incident became world-famous as the Telescope Incident.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The political elders felt that they could no longer allow him to make embarrassing appearances, so they unanimously decided that Crown Prince Hirohito would be the regent in 1921.

Crown Prince Hirohito liked the young marshal very much because the two looked similar, and Crown Princess Sono Shoko (the Empress of Meiji) often hosted banquets for Zhang Liuzi.

Of course, we don’t know how much sincerity there is and how much falsehood there is.

In the entire Manchukuo, there are very few people who have guns donated by the Japanese royal family.

Only three people own it, Nobuyoshi Muto, Neji Okamura, and Chen Zhen.

There are also differences between the first two, because Muto Nobuyoshi's gun was forged by Emperor Taisho himself when he was promoted to general. Together with a samurai sword, it is unique.

Okamura Neiji is Hirohito's confidant, and if he obeys orders all day long, he will naturally get one.

In fact, Kenji Doihara also has such an honor, but his is more precious and is also a samurai sword.

After all, the spirit of Bushido has always influenced this generation.

The above people are all well-deserved, Chen Zhen is just a make-up.

In fact, a total of 17 guns were presented to the Feng Fang delegation, only ten of which had the golden chrysanthemum logo on them.

Chen Zhen struggled with Zhang Zuoxiang for two or three days before getting a new one for himself.

Of course, the price paid for this gun was quite high, including ten fine horses.

As for the owners of the other nine guns, they have all retreated to Peiping, preparing to fight the Kwantung Army desperately.

Hearing this, Han Youjie quickly withdrew his half-stretched hand and looked at the royal mark on it with envy.

The Imperial family has an influence in Japan that foreigners cannot imagine.

Even the status of the royal family is written into the constitution.

"Nonsense, such a treasure should be placed at home and enshrined. How can it be used casually?"

"This is disrespectful!"
To be continued...